Saw a bum near a 7-eleven today and thought to myself: "That couldn't be me."
Been worrying more and more about my immigration status lately. Gotta get some resolution on the issue. Gotta be proactive. Assertive. So I thought to myself: "I've got to grab America by the balls! And those are some pretty huge balls." The thought stuck with me.
HTML has been getting in my brain. I've seen too much of it, that's the problem. And at the source level! So I've started postulating philosophies on life with HTML metaphors. I now believe there might be life after death just by having one's consciousness in a hidden frame in the Grand Frameset.
So I'm at the laundromat and my clothing is just taking fucking forever to dry. Then, as I'm gazing up into the ceiling, I notice that the clock on the wall is stuck and the second hand is spastically jerking up and down on the same second, as if in some kind of epileptic convulsions. It was the 45th second if I recall correctly.